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Solomon took a census, and we were just passing through |
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But his press gang arrested us and led us to the quarry two by two |
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And now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine |
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Solomon wants a palace and a temple for his god Yahweh |
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But you and me sweet Alison we get sweet FA |
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And now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine |
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You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight |
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You trade our fear for euphoria |
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But we trade the real for your underground rail |
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And your foreman's rules |
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O my love, let's start a trade union for fools |
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The Queen of Sheba visited, she brought spices and guitars |
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There never were spices or guitars like that |
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At least never for the likes of us |
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Solomon took some frankincense, the Queen took some cocaine |
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Then the lighting changed and they sang strange words |
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And the band already knew the chords |
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And now, King Solomon, I'm working for your song and mine |
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You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight |
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You trade our fear for euphoria |
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But we trade the real for your underground rail |
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And your foreman's rules |
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O my love, let's start a trade union for fools |
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One thing's sure and nothing's surer |
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The rich get richer and the poor get ..... |
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Now we're living happily, Alison and I |
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We can't stop singing Solomon's song, we were singing it on the night |
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We conceived our healthy children, who thanks to the union line |
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Are at school with the sons of the foreman |
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With a future down the mine |
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And soon, King Solomon, they'll be working for your song and mine |
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You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight |
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You trade our fear for euphoria |
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But we trade our lives for the song you taught us to sing |
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How does it go? 'The trade union and God save the King!' |
